THE FAMILY
Hinemoa,Tui, Maina,Ail of them were born together;They are quite an extra specialSet of babies—wax and leather.Every day they took an airing;Mummy made them each a bonnet;Two were cherry, one was yellowWith a bow of ribbon on it.Really, sometimes we would slap them,For if ever we were talking,They would giggle and be silly,Saying, “Mamma, take us walking.”But we never really loved themTill one day we left them lyingIn the garden—through a hail-storm,And we heard the poor dears crying.Half-Past-Six said—“You’re a mother!What if Mummy did forgetyou?”So I said, “Well, you’re their Father.Get them!” but I wouldn’t let you.
Hinemoa,Tui, Maina,Ail of them were born together;They are quite an extra specialSet of babies—wax and leather.Every day they took an airing;Mummy made them each a bonnet;Two were cherry, one was yellowWith a bow of ribbon on it.Really, sometimes we would slap them,For if ever we were talking,They would giggle and be silly,Saying, “Mamma, take us walking.”But we never really loved themTill one day we left them lyingIn the garden—through a hail-storm,And we heard the poor dears crying.Half-Past-Six said—“You’re a mother!What if Mummy did forgetyou?”So I said, “Well, you’re their Father.Get them!” but I wouldn’t let you.
Hinemoa,Tui, Maina,Ail of them were born together;They are quite an extra specialSet of babies—wax and leather.
Every day they took an airing;Mummy made them each a bonnet;Two were cherry, one was yellowWith a bow of ribbon on it.
Really, sometimes we would slap them,For if ever we were talking,They would giggle and be silly,Saying, “Mamma, take us walking.”
But we never really loved themTill one day we left them lyingIn the garden—through a hail-storm,And we heard the poor dears crying.
Half-Past-Six said—“You’re a mother!What if Mummy did forgetyou?”So I said, “Well, you’re their Father.Get them!” but I wouldn’t let you.